Viktor took in a deep breath as he looked at her front door. All this time since her break up with Ron, she had been living here and he had thought that she lived all the way in London. He scrutinized every detail of the place and found that he actually quite liked it. It was not as grand as his place, but that was due to the fact that he was loaded with money. Her place looked nice, both decoration and looks. It gave out a cozy feeling and made you feel nice inside whenever looking at it. The colour of the door was auburn, not surprising considering Hermione was a Gryffindor. He waited as she took her keys out of her pocket. He coughed nervously when her hand brushed his face.
"Sorry," she muttered as she reached for the door knob to open it with the key. "Didn't mean to brush your face. Thanks for carrying me all the way here. I'm heavy right?"
Viktor gently opened the door with one of his legs and let his eyes catch the sight of Hermione's living room. The floor was made of wood and was a light brown-yellow, yellow orca as the artistic people called it. There was a sofa on the far left of the room, white sofa for two with two small cushions for comfort. On his right, he saw a dining table and the kitchen door. He could tell it was a kitchen since it had the sign 'Kitchen'. She had basically what ever ordinary muggle had except for her photos, they moved.
Hermione chuckled. "Are you just going to stand here all day?" she asked. "We are both soaking wet! You're wetting my door mat! I just bought it a yesterday-"
"Sorry," he mumbled walking in. "Vill clean up soon."
"Why don't you take a shower first?" she asked him as he put her down. Her hand grabbed his shoulder for support. "I know you can dry yourself with magic but still... I don't want Rosie waking up to the smell of sea water around the house."
"Vhat about you?" he asked when she hadn't said anything about herself.
"I've got two bathrooms here," she said. "One has a shower and the other a tub. If you walk forward and turn left after passing by two doors, you'll see it. If you see Rosie's room, turn left."
Viktor nodded and started making his way to the bathroom. Turning around for a peak of Hermione, he saw that she was mumbling something to herself. He smiled. He had managed to save Hermione from killing herself and had made her happy. He wished that he could do that for her forever, she deserved it.
He passed by a door with the sign 'work room'. He wondered why Hermione put up all the signs before realising why. She had wanted Rosie to learn words that way and know the house better through that way of learning. He walked passed Rose's door and was suddenly curious as to how she looked. He didn't want to go in and make Hermione think he was some perverted paedophile, but he kept having an urge to look at her. Talking about Rose Jane Weasley with Hermione had made him curious.
He looked behind him to make sure Hermione wasn't looking and found that she wasn't there. He slowly opened the door to find himself looking into a kids room that was a bit too neat for a kid's. There were kids toys everywhere but they were all neatly stacked up as if it hadn't been touched. He could see the rose he had given Hermione all those years ago, floating in the middle of the room just a few centimeters from the ceiling. A tiny wardrobe stood in the corner of the room and in the other corner, was a child's bed. That was when he saw Rosie.
Like her mother, she had the same nose, skin, lips and hair colour. The only difference were that Rosie had straight hair and nothing wild or wavy about them, a trait from the father. He wondered what her eyes were like, the colour. It could either be blue like Weasley's or chocolate like Hermione's. As he was about to leave the room, a tiny voice called to him.
"Daddy?" It had a mellifluous feel to it and was pleasing to listen to.
He froze feeling terrified for unknown reasons. He had never been called 'Daddy' before. What was he supposed to do?
"Are you Daddy?" the voice continued after a yawn with a curious tone. "Pwease don't go."
Viktor couldn't help but turn around. He was surprised to find that the child's eyes were turquoise, they were beautiful. His mother had turquoise eyes too, who had turquoise eyes on Weasley's or Hermione's side? "Vhat?" he asked quietly.
"You talk in funny Engwish!" the young girl said whilst giggling. "Why does Daddy smell like the sea?"
"I vent for a svim vith Mommy," he said. He smiled. He had called Hermione, mommy, it felt nice. "I am going to take a shover. Can little munchkin go back to sleep?"
She yawned and nodded. "After a stowie? I like Cinderella."
Viktor was confused. "Vhat is Cinderella?"
Rose laughed. "Daddy is funny. It is a story!" she said with a huge smile. "Shall I tell you the story?"
Viktor nodded and plopped himself on the floor next to her bed.
Five minutes had gone since Rosie started to tell him the story and her eyes were drooping. She suddenly fell back and fell asleep. She was very cute, Viktor had to admit, a very beautiful child. Her story of Cinderella was a nice story, he was definitely going to look the book up. Wizard children stories weren't as good as the muggles.
He walked out of her room and shut the door carefully before going to the bathroom for a shower. He could hear the water running already from another side of the house. Hermione was already taking a taking a bath from her tub, he knew it was a tub since the one in the bathroom he was in was a shower.
Locking the door of the bathroom he was in, he stripped off his clothing and turned the hot water on. Jet like streams of water hit him and he sighed. It felt good on his body, it was like the water was actually hugging him tightly and comforting him. The sudden muscle work from ealiar had caused his muscles to stiffen but now they were relaxing, he felt good.
Throughout the whole shower, he had let himself think of nothing, absolutely nothing. He was tired all of a sudden after the 'Hermione drowning rescue' and didn't want to do much. He stepped out of the shower once he was done and used his wand to dry his clothes clean before putting them on again. He then walked out of the bathroom and went to the living room.
Getting there, he found Hermione sitting on the soda, reading a book. Her hair was still a bit damp and had loose tendrils sticking to her face. She was wearing something different too. She had track shorts on and a tank top that seem to stick tightly onto her showing her curves off. She took a sip of what smelled like coffee before noticing him. She smiled. "I see that you are done." she said.
He stood there like an idiot and watched her in awe. She looked beautiful. "Oh, yeah I'm done," he said half a second too late when he realised he hadn't answered her. "You're hair is vet."
He took his wand out and dried it. "It's dry."
"Thank you," she muttered. She then patted the space next to her. "Come sit."
He did as she told him to and sat next to her. He felt awkward. He was in her house and sitting right next to her and all his life since they had parted he had dreamed of her. He had never had expected this to happen, the very actions happening now was close to a dream of his he had two years ago. The only differences were that there had been snogging action whilst nothing was going on now. "I saw Rosie," he blurted out.
He was relieved when she didn't look disturbed or disgusted. He hadn't asked for her permission to have a look at her, if Rosie's mother hadn't been Hermione, he knew that he would have lost his balls by now. Thank Merlin he still had them!
"You did?" she said, still reading her book. Her tone was gentle. "Is she sleeping?"
"I think I voke her up vhen I vent into her room," he said sheepishly. "She told me a story about Cinderella." He left out the 'Daddy' bit. "Vhat is Cinderella really? Do you haff a book?"
Hermione put her book down and smiled. "Rosie's room is filled with fairytale books. You might be able to find Cinderella near her doll collection."
"She's a beautiful girl," Viktor said, remembering Rosie's face. "Like her mother."
He blushed as Hermione did at her comment. Why had he said that?
"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked with a blush that she was trying to hide with her book.
Viktor nodded. "I haff neffer thought any girl more charming than you," he said. "You are different."
Hermione looked like she was going to say something but was interrupted by a sudden noise. It sounded like something had dropped onto the floor.
"Mommy!" Rose said. "I'm hungwie. And I'm sowwie I interrupted mommy and daddy. I dropped my Cinderella book."
Hermione smiled at her daughter. She hadn't noticed that her daughter used the word 'daddy'. "I'll fix some mash potatoes for you," she turned to Viktor. "Do you want anything?"
Viktor shrugged not minding what he got. Talking about food had made him realise how hungry he was. "Anything is fine."
Half an hour later, the three of them were sat on the dinning table like a family. And time had gone by quickly as soon as they had finished eating. Viktor had now remembered the Cinderella story all off by heart and could remember every detail of it without fault. A couple of more hours passed and when he found out what the time was, he knew he was in deep shit. "Hermione?" he said from the sofa he was on.
"What?" she asked with a smile as she brushed her daughter's straight brown hair.
"I need to go," he mumbled, feeling disappointed with the situation he was in.
"Oh," she said, also looking disappointed.
"I've got Quidditch match against The Chudley Cannons," he said. He had an idea that was pleasing him a lot. "Vant to come?"
She looked flustered but agreed to come which made Viktor smile. Rosie seemed to know what was going on too as she was all smiles.
"The game has started for about five minutes, my Coach vill fine me a few hundred thousand galleons," Viktor muttered as Hermione got her daughter ready. "I'm guessing they are using our substitute seeker. He is crap."
She looked upset. "It's my fault," she said. "I shouldn't have let you stay for long-"
"No, not your fault," he interrupted. He offered her his hand. "Ve Apparate."
Chudley Cannons arena
Twenty minutes later: After the game
"Krum!" his Coach boomed as soon as he entered the VIP room. "Explain to me why you are late! Yuri told me you went out for a walk! AND GUESS WHAT? YOU DISAPPEARED!"
Viktor scowled. "I'm sorry Coach," he said. "I saffed someone's life."
His Coach grumbled something to himself before continuing. "At least we won the game," he muttered. "I'm fining 500,000 galleons."
Viktor wrote the cheque out and gave it to his Coach who looked surprised at the immediate money receiving, he took it anyway.
"That was a brilliant game!" Hermione told him when he found her in the corner of the room with little Rose who was smiling at him with shining turquoise eyes. "You scared me with the wonky faint!"
"Wronski feint!" Rose corrected crossing her arms.
Viktor raised an eyebrow, surprised that Hermione's daughter knew the correct term for the skill when her mother was not even an avid Qudditch fan. "A Quidditch fan are you, little one?" he asked.
"Daddy plays well!" she exclaimed.
Viktor and Hermione sighed with relief when no one in the VIP room heard what Rose had said. It was alright if the muggles thought he was her father, but wizards and witches would conjure out chaos if they knew.
"Viktor!" a voice called out from behind them. It was Yuri.
"I'm sorry," he told Viktor. "I did my best to calm Coach Petrov dovn. Did it vork?"
Viktor nodded. "Thanks."
Yuri smiled at Hermione when he noticed her and kissed her hand in greeting. "Mrs. Weasley I suppose?" he said with a smile. "Nice to meet you."
She stiffened but nodded. "Nice to meet you too."
Viktor grabbed Yuri and dragged him to a corner where nobody was. "Yuri," he whispered. "She is not married. Veasley is with Malfoy's ex."
Yuri looked shocked at the sudden given information. "Oh! Vhat about little munchkin?" he asked. "Is it-"
Viktor smiled. "Let's just say she is mine for now," he said. "Rose is really Veasley's. Veasley doesn't know yet. Hermione doesn't vant him to know."
"Oh," Yuri said. "I von't tell anyone. Ms. Granger vould probably castrate me and you vill probably kill me after that f I did."
Viktor smiled. "Thank you, you are my best friend Yuri."
Yuri nodded then walked off to join the rest of the team without a second thought to his promise. He was not going to break it.
Viktor walked back to Hermione. "Sorry," he said. "Had conversation about Quidditch game and my Coach said he vasn't pleased."
"Did he fine you like you said he would?" she asked.
He nodded. "500,000 galleons."
Hermione's mouth dropped and was soon followed by Rose who had covered her mouth with her hands in pure shock.
"500,000 is a lot!" Rose exclaimed. She used her fingers to count of to five. "500,000!"
"Rosie is good at maths!" Viktor exclaimed.
She smiled at him and hugged his leg tightly. He smiled down at her and patted her back lightly and felt good that he had made the child smile. "Do you vant to go back to Hastings?" he asked Hermione.
She nodded. "I need to go work at the cafe anyway," she said. "It's my shift in five minutes. Mrs. Williams is probably waiting for me already."
"Vhat about Rosie?" he asked. "Do you just leave her at home?"
She nodded much to his surprise. Hermione didn't strike him as the type to leave a child at home.
"I keep her at home," She said in a matter of fact way. "She studies and reads books. I take her with me sometimes but there are too many dangerous things at the restaurant, I don't want her to get hurt."
"Shall I look after Rosie during your shift then?" Viktor asked. "I can stay in Hastings vith you. I haff another match here against The Tornadoes. They haff a match against The Chudley Cannons tomorrow before us next week."
Hermione smiled. "Thanks! I get worried a lot when I leave Rosie alone. I'm scared she might hurt herself or something."
Viktor nodded. "I know how you feel."
The three then Apparated to her house.
After about five minutes Hermione explained to Rose that she was going to work. Rose looked upset but brightened up when she asked. "Is Daddy staying home with me?"
Hermione was surprised because this time she had heard the word 'Daddy'. She nodded anyway and kissed her daughter goodbye before leaving the house. She waved Viktor goodbye and left after shutting the door.
"Vhat does munchkin like to do?" he asked after a minute of silence.
"Read," she said. She looked at him with her turquois eyes with a cheeky grin on her face. He pointed at his broom which was still in his grip. "Can I fwy on your bwoom?" she asked pleadingly. "I want to fwy."
Viktor knew he shouldn't let her as Hermione would get mad and castrate him for it but he decided to take Rosie out for a ride on his broom. Her eyes just killed him. "Vant to go flying?" he asked. "Daddy vill take you flying."
Five minutes later, with an invisibility charm on, the two were on his broom and flying outside high above in the sky and clouds. Rosie looked like she was enjoying herself and nearly tried to jump off when they reached the highest point they could go. Viktor had been holding onto her tightly, so thankfully there was no 'suicide attempt' from the little girl.
"When I gwow up," she said. "I want to be a bwoom pwayer!"
Viktor chuckled. "Quidditch player?" he asked.
"Your a bwoom player who catches snitch!" she said with a smile. "There is a keeper, three chasers, two beaters and a bwoom pwayer!"
"They are all correct except for the last one," he said as they started to return 'home'. "The position I play is called a 'seeker'."
"Daddy is a seeker?" she said.
He nodded.
He had just realised that it was getting quite dark by the time they had got 'home', and by looking at the state Hermione was in from afar, they were in for heaps of trouble.
"VIKTOR KRUM! AND ROSE JANE GRANGER!" She yelled as soon as he removed the invisibility charm. "WHERE IN MERLIN'S NAME WERE YOU TWO!"
"I vent for a fly vith Rosie," Viktor said.
Hermione was fuming and looked like she was going to yell again but Rose stopped her by starting to cry.
"Mommy!" she cried out. "Don't yell at Daddy! I'm sowwy!"
Hermione stopped yelling at that point and stared at her. Silence came. Silence went. "I'm sorry," she told her. "Mommy didn't mean to yell. I was just worried sick about you. I thought you two were abducted or something!"
She looked at Viktor and frowned as Rose disappeared into her room. "Viktor," she said. "Next time you go flying, please tell me. I just don't want Rosie to get hurt. She's scared of flying!"
"She enjoyed it though," Viktor said, surprised by the given comment. "She told me that she vants to be a broom player vhen she grovs up. A seeker."
Hermione looked shocked but smiled. "She has the Weasley genes in her blood alright for Quidditch," she said. She frowned when she realised that she had said 'Weasley' and collapsed onto her sofa with a tired look on her face. "I'm so tired," she said. "I like living a muggle life but sometimes I miss the magic world. What's it like now?"
"Crazy," Viktor muttered. "Newspapers talk about you every now and then but not much now. Ronald Veasley hasn't been out much too so they don't know about Rosey."
"That's good," Hermione said, gathering her legs together into a foetal position. "Sit next to me. You must be tired."
He sat next to her and soon, silence came as it had left them. He was starting to sweat although he didn't know why. He felt somewhat nervous and had erotic thoughts coming into his head like a hormone crazed teenager. He wasn't one anymore so what was going on? Sometimes, he hated Hermione. She was good at turning him into an 'indecent' man.
Ten minutes later, Viktor was surprised to feel something on his left shoulder. It was Hermione head. She had fallen asleep from fatigue and was sleeping soundly like a baby. Viktor liked watching her there so he didn't move her. He decided to stay like this until she woke up. Listening to the sounds of the waves outside like a lullaby, he ended up falling asleep with her.
A/N Chapter two people. Please tell me how you think I did! Reviews (:
